O Life is like a summer flower.
Oh! life is like a summer flower,
Blooming but to wither;
Oh! love is like an April shower,
Tears and smiles together:
And hope is but a vipour light,
The lovers worst deceiver;
Before him now it dances bright,
And now is gone for ever.
Oh! joy is but a passing ray,
Lovers hearts beguiling;
A gleam that cheers a winter’s day,
Just a moment smiling;
But though in hopeless, dark despair,
The thread of life may sever;
Yet while it beats, dear maid, I swear,
My heart is thine forever.
FINIS.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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